Drawing Breath
I draw a waking breath,
draw back sleeps curtains.
I'm drawing an image of myself
as a gray decay of distance,
a long swim away
from a day of youth,
where a boy once drew his name
into golden sands.
Sea shore, sea shores,
high-tides drawing ever nearer;
must I draw another dawn
onto a fast fading page
or shall I go open a window,
breath deep enough to clear my sight
of any more sinking life-rafts?
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2023
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